due to a lack of desire it is for the
sake of his Majesty's favor as I wish to
avoid revisiting old grievances with you
however this does not imply that I have
forgotten ogur Shrugged let us speak of
serious matters you assist me in Saving
someone and I shall Aid you in creating
potions. as for your purpose and potion
creation I shall not concern myself with
it sound fair within a castle U and the
prince of death exchanged glances you
are not a deity are you U stated pouring
wine from a golden flask for the prince
of death the prince made no move to take
the cup if I were a deity would I be
bound by you besides I cannot drink wine
U hearing this placed the cup beside
himself I merely intended to extend a
courtesy I never truly meant to serve
you the prince of death replied let us
get to the point which deity do you wish
to confront upon hearing the prince's
words U took a sip from his cup let us
not rush to speak of deities allow me to
guess your current state people often
say the prince of death is an immortal
God yet the true reason for your
immortality is that you have already
perished I may not know the secret art
you employ to ensure your Soul's
immortality and your flesh's
incorruption thus achieving a separation
of soul and body resulting in an undying
spirit and a living form however it must
be related to a curse am I correct the
golden eyes of the prince of death
flickered you possess considerable
Insight indeed it is connected to a
curse moreover I shall not hesitate to
inform you that I once laid upon myself
a curse of Eternal unrest no one but me
can replicate or utilize this curse the
art of cursing originates from me there
is no second method to acquire such a
curse other than beseeching me if you
are wise you will surrender your
corporeal form to me and I can grant you
the immortality of your soul allowing
you to exist as Timeless as I do would
that not be more delightful than
reigning as a mere mortal King U lifted
his gaze that does not necessarily
follow perhaps I could replicate your
abilities the prince of death scoffed
Preposterous the art of cursing is my
creation no one understands it better
than I outside the Tower of ceiling
within a grand castle for individuals
three men and one woman sat at a round
table the atmosphere exceedingly strange
Jolie glanced at Sasa who returned his
gaze observing the two black Rex tapped
his fingers rhythmically upon the
table black had Ros the action um a
white-haired youth a white-haired woman
a white-haired middle-aged man and a
white-haired Elder their hair color
revealing their familial ties yet this
family seemed divided into three
factions I am an eighth tier lowly Saint
what of it if I wish to inherit the
throne Rex declared directing his gaze
toward hados huh unfilial son you had
best not wait until I break through to
the saintly realm hros retorted
electricity sparking in his eyes while
Rex boldly met his gaze your frail old
bones are on the verge of crumbling do
not overexert yourself son why not share
your thoughts on who the blacks family
should heed now hadr Ro's eyes narrowed
let my grandson speak Jolie hesitated
then how about listening to me m x2.
chapter 443 the demon of wind the saying
goes one mountain cannot accommodate two
tigers unless one is a male and the
other a female a hym unless the two
tigers share a common air
hadr seized zoli's right arm very well
let it be your way from this day forth
you shall specialize in the art of
cursing with a reversal curse upon you
given time you need not only aspire to
the saintly realm but even to become a
deity Rex upon hearing this grasped
zoli's left arm nonsense my son as
cursing art is taught by me what
connection do you an old fossil have
with it moreover is your cursing art
truly powerful in the end you still